’ ‘So I infer. " "Impossible, Sir," replied Ireton, greatly alarmed. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. She held out the foil. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation.
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